After discussing the meeting place with everyone, he slowly told everyone that he had something to do and would meet in the classroom later.
Saint Jose went to find Elena from the physics department, and would meet up with his classmates after a while.
Walking alone on the road, an acquaintance greeted him, and he responded with a sincere smile, although his facial expression was slightly stiff. I don't know if this was a good thing, but he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
There had just been a light rain in the morning, spring had arrived, and it was the season of recovery and animal breeding in Argentina. Saint Jose felt a little sad about the rapid passage of time.
The spring rain is as precious as oil, and the jacarandas on the path have been soaked by a lot of rain. The grass has sprouted new yellow leaves, and some banyan trees have sprouted new buds.
This year is expected to be a bumper harvest year, with at least a lot more rain than last October. I just don’t know if the farm will have the opportunity to experiment this year.
I found Elena in the laboratory. She has not been so busy recently. Saint Hesse guessed that the fake hydrogen bomb scammer could no longer deceive him.
In my memory, it seems that this guy Bilon was helpless to him in the end and asked him to leave Argentina and go to the United States. According to Saint Jose's idea, this kind of fraudster would be sentenced to 200 years in prison or sent to Africa to dig coal. good.
"I don't know if the jacaranda will bloom earlier this year, and the frequency of rains this year is also much higher."
The two held hands and walked on the path, and Elena stepped on the puddles on the ground a little childishly.
"To be honest, I haven't seen the jacarandas blooming in Putrajaya, but I heard they are very beautiful."
When Saint-Jesse came to BU this year for his exams, the flowering period of the jacarandas had already passed, and at most there were a few withered petals left on the ground.
"Cohen, you know, there seem to be more than 10,000 jacaranda trees here in Putrajaya. They are beautiful when they bloom. In my memory, the spring in Putrajaya is blue and purple.
Those flowers are scattered, and the spring breeze blows the petals. They usually bloom in early November, well, exactly one month later. Seeing these flowers will make your mood better. "
"Legend has it that if a couple hugs and kisses against the backdrop of the jacarandas blooming on both sides of Figueroa Alcorta Avenue, they will never be apart."
Elena added wistfully.
For today's Putrajaya people, in early spring, the faint fragrance of jacaranda and the rain of blue-purple petals lingering throughout the city have become their beautiful memories of spring.
"On the contrary, this tree is rarely planted in Cordoba. I don't know why. There are a few orange and lemon trees outside the apartment. I will secretly pick one. I like oranges, but the taste is too bad."
More than 50 years ago, Argentinians were still synonymous with "you are as rich as an Argentinian", just like the Middle East oil countries in later generations.
The generous Argentines invited French urban architect Charles Tai to bring jacaranda trees from the mountains in western Argentina to Putrajaya, creating the most European-style South American city. You can still see Putrajaya today. The popularity is still very high, but Argentines are not so rich from now on.
San Jose also noticed that the avenue she just mentioned seemed to be called Figueroa Avenue.
"Jelena, that avenue must be the one named after the former president."
Saint Jose asked curiously,
"Yes, she is after President Jose's grandfather. It seems to have a similar name to yours. His full name is Jose Figueroa Alcorta. He seems to have lived to be 72 years old."
Elena is somewhat familiar with this former president.
"How do you know so well? Normally no one would be so bored remembering a president who has been dead for more than 20 years."
"Grandpa Jose passed away when I was 3 years old. He hugged me when I was a child. The Alcorta family has some friendship with our family. My great-grandfather once served as a liaison officer and director of the President's Office under him."
"He served as president twice in Argentina, and also served as a judge of the Supreme Court and a senator. He was very powerful. He served as a legislator, executive member, and judicial officer. He was a really powerful person. Of course, I have no memory. Yeah, I was too young at that time."
"By the way, Cohen, aren't you from the law department? You should know better than me."
"Is that so? I don't pay much attention to the biographies of these characters. I only know about the great General Saint Martin, but I don't know much about others.
Most of the time, we only look at the specific legal provisions and compare them with various foreign laws. And there is no one who is powerful as the president of Argentina. Well, I mean, after San Martin, there is no strong man in Argentina.
Although this Jose seems to be quite powerful. "
Jose's name was a bit familiar, and he had almost forgotten it. Saint Jose didn't know anything about Elena's family, except that she met her cousin once, and nothing else. After all, the two were just lovers.
I don’t know the truth about President Jose. Although he was just a strong keyboard player in his previous life, it seems that Argentina has never produced any outstanding figures in its history. It may be that the population base is too small. It will take a hundred or two hundred years for a powerful person to emerge. They can't get out, let alone people like Kemal of Turkey and Masao Takagi of South Korea.
"I don't know much about your family. You have such connections in your family. Why don't you major in law instead of studying a hard-working major like physics?" Saint Jose said with some confusion.
"Being a lawyer is not good at all. My father is a lawyer and is busy all day long.
Cohen, you won’t be a lawyer in the future, litigating cases for the poor. "
Elena seemed to avoid the question,
"Probably not. I'm not very interested in litigating in court. It's a bit of a show. In fact, I'm more interested in legislation."
Saint Jose said directly that he would never be a lawyer in his life. If possible, it would be a good idea to become a member of parliament first.
After all, Councilman Zhangpus seemed to have hooked up with the mayor's daughter at that time. If he hooked up with the daughter of a high-ranking official, she would be no worse than him, Saint Jose thought without blushing.
The two chatted about other things and arrived at the classroom door a few minutes later.
"Hello everyone, this is Elena, my girlfriend~"
"Cohen, you actually have a girlfriend? Ms. Elena, are you being fooled by this guy?" Bailey couldn't help but say.
"No, Cohen and I have known each other for a long time. It's only been 11 days to one year."
Elena hugged Saint Jose's arm and said sweetly.
There seemed to be many girls' heartbroken voices in the classroom, while the boys were very interested in Elena.
"God, please also give me a lovely girlfriend."
"Everyone, get ready to go, Mozzarella Grill."
The group of people walked out of the classroom door and walked onto the overpass in front of the Law Department. Here was a small observation deck where they could see some of the buildings of the University of Buddhism.
After coming out of school, they planned to walk to the barbecue restaurant. It was not very far, twenty minutes away, and it was difficult to take a taxi because there were so many people.
"Cohen, you seem to be a Gaucho?" Teacher Scarlett asked suddenly.
"I come from a border area in Córdoba province. My family used to farm and ranch. I worked as a warrant officer in the Córdoba City Guard. Later I started some small business and took the exam to enter the University of Budapest."
St. Hesse also told others that Gauchos who built their lives from scratch can always attract a lot of people's attention. Moreover, many buildings in Putrajaya were built by Gauchos in Putrajaya. Gauchos have a higher status than those in Kota Kinabalu. a little.
"I see. Few Gauchos seem to be as handsome as you. They are very good at building houses and don't tend to make trouble." Scarlett said with praise.
"Speaking of which, Gauchos contributed the most in Putrajaya. Later they stayed here and became some construction workers. There seems to be a residence of Gauchos in the city."
"Well, I don't know much about Putrajaya. I have to go and see it when I have time."
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mozzarella grill restaurant,
They booked a big room,
Saint Jose drank the frothy Vidmar beer and felt much cooler in an instant.
This is produced by the Vidmar Brewery owned by St. Hesse. The price is considered moderate. It is very popular in Putrajaya. I must support it.
A plump waitress brought a large iron plate of steaming barbecue and some dishes to the table, and wiped the table enthusiastically. Saint Jose instantly understood,
He took out a tip and gave it to the girl, and then she left with satisfaction.
"To be honest, this tipping culture is just a piece of shit created by the British, and it was picked up by the Americans and carried forward.
It's really a garbage culture to impose the waiter's salary on the customers. "
St. Jose couldn't help complaining. He was not used to it at first, and he is still not used to it now.
"Cohen, what you said makes sense. In fact, tipping culture comes from slave society. Slaves are the property of their masters.
Their masters don't have to pay anything for them, and while the masters enjoy the good life and the slaves' hard work, the slaves may get some leftovers from their masters, and that's where the tips start. "
"Later on, there were landed aristocrats who exploited peasants. These American capitalists are really the vampires of the world today. It's a pity that God does not accept them. Hell is now empty, and the devils are all in the world."
"Bailey, you are still awesome, you even know this kind of thing."
"I hate tipping culture. In the United States, where tipping is the most popular habit, those boss vampires only pay very small wages to people who come to work.
can legally work below the legal minimum wage, and their servers earn most of their income through tips. If the servers themselves are paid enough, tips are not necessary at all. "
St. Jose didn't know much about this kind of messy thing. After all, he had never been to the United States, but to be honest, he was really disgusted with the tipping culture.
This is a way to transfer risks. Normally, restaurant owners in Argentina are the richest ones and pay the minimum wage to their waiters. They don’t learn from Argentina’s good systems. However, these trashy chicken cultures are still very good. .
"The British are still trying to maintain their colonial empire. They deserve to be targeted by the Americans and the Soviets. I heard that after India and Burma become independent, Malaya will also become independent, as well as countries such as South Africa and Egypt. It's really fun."
"The British colluded with many domestic traitors and made our country a mess."
A group of men are all from the law department. When it comes to things like complaining, all of them are eloquent. Several of them are members of the debate team. They are very good at fighting trolls. Most of them can listen to one-third of them, which is good. Holy Jesus also complained along their lines.
On the contrary, these students are rarely the descendants of farmers, but the descendants of new middle-class immigrants. They are often dissatisfied with the national system, and the Department of Medicine is one of the strongholds of the descendants of farmers.
"By the way, let me ask you something. Does our University of Buddhism have an agriculture major?"
"Yes, it seems that the biology department does not exist as a separate department. My ex-girlfriend majored in agriculture. Why do you want to farm there?"
"That's not true. My family is planning to set up an agricultural company. We are just planning to recruit a few people."
"Cohen, tell me, you are really careless. Unfortunately, we thought you came from a poor family, but you turned out to be a rich man."
"Everything you said is right. This is the reason why my career is developing too fast. My family was quite poor at first, but when the opportunity came and I didn't stop it, I got rich. This is called if there is a wind, even a cow can take off."
"A big capitalist like you should be sent to prison or sent to mining, hahaha."
"My goal is to become someone who walks outside the law. Please, Mr. Judge, allow me to make a 5,000-word argument."
"Cohen, you are dishonest now. You were not like this before. You were number one in the department last semester. Professor Pukins always praised you, but you were also the most diligent in skipping classes during the final semester."
"That's right, Professor Pukins is my favorite teacher, bar none."
"Teacher Scarlett, hehe, she values you very much."
"Shh, keep your voice down, my girlfriend is over there. You have so many ex-girlfriends, but I only have this one."
"Also, when you arrive in a new environment, you must keep a low profile, otherwise it will be bad for others to beat you to death."
Saint Jose said seriously, if he had not been beaten to death, he would have beaten to death those who were not low-key. The same was true for the Brotherhood, and the same was true for the Wheel Soul.
"That makes sense. Then you have to drink a few more bottles today. Otherwise, you will be sorry for us. Professor Pukins complains about it every day. Look at Cohen, you can work half as hard as him."
"No problem. I'm a man who can drink a dozen at a time. Let's do one."
Saint Jose picked up a bottle of beer, bit the cap open with his mouth, clinked the glass, and drank a bottle.
"Cohen, are you so drunk?"
"You have a really good drinking capacity. You are worthy of being a Gaucho. We are the most prolific drinking group in Argentina. I don't think even the Indians know how to drink like you."
"Wolf, Eddie, Kim, and Powell, don't just eat meat, come and drink."
While Saint Jose was chatting with several classmates about drinking and eating meat, he was also paying attention to the chats between Elena and Scarlett, a group of girls.
After drinking a lot of beer, the box gradually became less lively.
"Cohen, it seems that some gangsters are harassing your girlfriend and Teacher Scarlett. Wake up and take a look."
St. Jose was lying on the table in a daze, suddenly sober from alcohol. Is there such a good thing?
"How many people are there? Do they have weapons or knives?"
"It seems not. It seems to belong to a small gang in the city. Do you want to call the police?"
"That's fine. No need to call the police. Let's see how many of them I kill."
"Cohen, you can't kill them. Just break their legs and pay some money. We are in self-defense. If you are locked up by then, I will ask my dad to defend you."
"There's so much nonsense. Lead the way, Bailey. Go outside and find a few people with Thunder Cross badges to come in. That's when Saint Jose lets them in."
"Okay, Cohen, you have to protect yourself."
Saint Jose came outside the bathroom and saw a few guys teasing him, and he instantly became angry.
"Where are you from and how dare you molest my girlfriend."
St. Jose usually does not carry handguns to school, but there are often several Thunder Cross members nearby.
The little boss turned around impatiently.
"Okay, friend, why don't you let me have one? It's a bit awkward for you to play with two."
"Play with your mother, play, play, play, you will know how to play all day long."
Saint Hesse didn't want to talk nonsense. He just punched each of them and kicked these guys away. Saint Hesse's power was no joke.
It seemed like they heard the sound of bones breaking. These guys fell to the ground and howled. Normally, as long as there were no controlled weapons, even ten of them wouldn't be enough to fight him. Power players were fearless.
"Don't mess around with this kind of fighting ability. Dylan, you came just in time. Send these guys to the Rennes Research Institute to see which gang is so bold."
Saint Jose looked at several members of Thunder Cross who came in a hurry and gave direct orders.
"Yes, boss."
Dylan had these guys carried directly into the car, leaving two people behind and disappeared.
"Elena, teacher, are you not scared?"
"No, Cohen, why don't you let them lock you up for a few months? Cohen, you are not injured. Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Teacher Scarlett didn't seem to care very much. Her father had caught a lot of scum like this.
"Yes, Cohen, these gangsters seem to have guns, but they were beaten so badly by you that they can't even lift their hands."
"I really have a gun. It seems I was too reckless."
"By the way, teacher, what is your family doing that can detain people?"
"My dad is the deputy director of the police department of the Putrajaya Police Station, which is an average level, but he happens to be in charge of this area."
"That's good, don't bother. They seem to have called the police. Do you want someone to take you back? It's a bit late now."
Saint Jose looked at his watch and saw that it was already 6 o'clock in the evening. He had been eating for more than 5 hours. It was really amazing. He shook his head, washed his face, and sobered up a lot from the wine.
"Some people appear to be freshmen at the University of Buenos Aires, but secretly they are company bosses."
Bailey whispered to Powell next to him.
Saint Hesse vaguely heard these words and almost stumbled and fell...
Teacher Scarlett followed his father and communicated with several police officers, and the matter was resolved peacefully.
Saint Jose sent these classmates and teachers back before taking Elena back home.
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